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Notes: Yes this Sarah is the same Sarah from the other story. You wanted to know where she came from…
There and Back Again Pt. 2: All Good Children
They sit in the cell in silence.
He can tell she's been crying but she won't tell him why. He's got a pretty damned good idea, though.
She looks empty. Blue eyes avoiding his at all costs.
She lost their baby.
But he doesn't blame her. He can't. He loves her too much.
He looks around at their surroundings and realizes how standard issue their cell is.
Peacekeeper.
A part of him, the part that hung out with D'Argo far too much wants to break everything. Wants to scream, wants to cry. He does nothing. He sits and stares into the dimness, feeling his entire being go numb.
He sees her eyes blink, and her ear perk up only slightly.
"Aeryn?"
"Someone's here," she tells him in a hushed voice.
He hears small footsteps and a small "oof" as someone stumbles in the darkness.
After so long, he can't believe she is still his commanding officer. He can't believe he's still just a frelling captain. But what should he expect?
She glares at him from behind her desk now, looking as if she may burst. "What do you mean 'he's gone'?"
He sighs under his breath. "He's gone. He slipped out from under his guards and we cannot find him."
She glares harder, her eyes twitches slightly. "Find him."
"We're doing everything we can, Mum," he replies. "He's slippery."
"I don't care, Braca," she spits. "He's only seven cycles old. He can't have gone far. Find him."
Braca nods at Commandant Mele-On Grayza, turns on his heels, and leaves.
"We don't know where she came from, D'Argo!" Chiana cries. "We've had her for seven cycles but we don't even know how it's possible that she exists! Aeryn died long before she could have had the baby!"
"It doesn't matter," the Luxan tells her. "She is John and Aeryn's, therefore she is our responsibility."
"And what happens when she starts asking questions that we don't have the answers to?" Chiana snaps. "We picked her up off of a a command carrier, which means we gotta find Scorpius."
"I won't even tell you who you sound like," D'Argo says, raising his hands.
Chiana groans in frustration and follows him down Moya's corridors. "What if-"
"What if what, Chiana?!" D'Argo asks, stopping abruptly. She nearly slams into him, and she can tell he's getting angry. Again. "They're dead. They're not coming back. Scorpius will kill us!"
"We don't have anything he wants anymore!" Chiana yells. "We don't know dren about wormholes! He wouldn't blink an eye at us unless Sarah inherited the knowledge from John."
"John is dead!" D'Argo yells back, his face turning red. "Aeryn is dead! They've been dead for seven cycles, Chiana! Let them be dead!"
They argue without realizing that the small girl they heatedly debate about is standing around a corner, listening. She doesn't understand. She can't. As far as everyone aboard Moya is concerned, she appeared to them out of thin air. She doesn't have real parents and she isn't allowed into the room she knew was her fathers when he was alive. She runs in the opposite direction from her Uncle D'Argo and Aunt Chiana. She doesn't know what else to do.
John gets to his feet slowly, and looks around in the darkness. He sees nothing. "Anybody out there?" he asks quietly. They can't both being hearing things. He's the only one who hears things. He's the crazy one.
There's a knock on a part of the cell door, which is set like a spider web, John realizes. He looks up to see someone climbing the door. John squints his eyes and realizes their new friend isn't much older than six cycles old. He can't make out the boy's features, but he's relieved that the youngster probably won't eat them.
"Hey, there, Buddy. Wanna come down here and talk to me for a minute?"
The boy stares down for a moment before climbing his way back down to the floor. He stares at John with a serious expression.
"Hi," John says. "Can you understand me?"
The boy nods.
"Good," John says. "Good. That's great. What's your name?"
"He doesn't have one," Aeryn says.
John blinks and turns to her, looking like the confused human he's always been. "What?"
"Can't you see it, John?" she asks in a whisper.
"Inferior eyesight, Aeryn," John reminds her. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the crackers."
Aeryn gets to her feet and walks to stand next to John. She kneels in front of the boy. "He looks just like you," she says, giving the boy a smile. "Do you know me?"
The boy nods slowly.
John blinks at Aeryn, and then at the boy. He still can't see very well. He thinks he understands what she's getting at, but he can't quite wrap his mind around it. 'If the boy is who I thinks Aeryn thinks he is,' John thinks, 'that means we've lost seven frelling cycles.'
Seven cycles.
Seven cycles of being nothing. Not dead. Not alive.
What happened?!
"Figure it out, John!"
All at once he's on Moya.
He glares harshly. "Go away, Harvey."
"The Peacekeepers had you neutralized," Harvey states.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they blasted the both of you into tiny bits and saved you for later. Not living. Not dead. Not anything. Tiny bits, John."
He shakes his head out as he realizes the lights have come on. His eyes shoot directly to the boy on the other side of the cell.
Huge, blue eyes. Messy brown hair. It's almost like looking at an old photograph of himself.
John snaps out of his daze when the boy starts to climb the cell door again.
John smiles at the reason for the boy's fear. "Braca! Good to see you, man! Give us a kiss!"
Tweak, tweak. Fix, fix.
"D'Argo."
"Not now, Chiana."
Tweak, tweak.
"D'Argo get your frelling ass up to command! NOW!"
He sighs and backs away from Lo'Lan. "Yes, Dear. Coming, Dear. Right away, Dear. At your service, Dear."
He makes his to command, where Chiana is looking out the view screen, along with Stark and Rygel.
They watch a Peacekeeper command carrier intently.
D'Argo reads his lover's thoughts as if they were his own. "Chiana…"
"This could be our shot," she tells him, still staring at the carrier. "We could find out everything about Sarah, and what happened to John and Aeryn. We've been waiting seven cycles for this!"
"Chiana, no," D'Argo says gently. "This is a bad idea."
"Every idea someone onboard Moya has ever come up with has been a bad idea," she points out. "We still went along with it."
"Chiana, we're going to get killed," D'Argo says.
"Maybe," she replies with a devious smirk. "Maybe not. You got the Mivonks to find out?"
Notes: Yes this Sarah is the same Sarah from the other story. You wanted to know where she came from…
There and Back Again Pt. 2: All Good Children
They sit in the cell in silence.
He can tell she's been crying but she won't tell him why. He's got a pretty damned good idea, though.
She looks empty. Blue eyes avoiding his at all costs.
She lost their baby.
But he doesn't blame her. He can't. He loves her too much.
He looks around at their surroundings and realizes how standard issue their cell is.
Peacekeeper.
A part of him, the part that hung out with D'Argo far too much wants to break everything. Wants to scream, wants to cry. He does nothing. He sits and stares into the dimness, feeling his entire being go numb.
He sees her eyes blink, and her ear perk up only slightly.
"Aeryn?"
"Someone's here," she tells him in a hushed voice.
He hears small footsteps and a small "oof" as someone stumbles in the darkness.
After so long, he can't believe she is still his commanding officer. He can't believe he's still just a frelling captain. But what should he expect?
She glares at him from behind her desk now, looking as if she may burst. "What do you mean 'he's gone'?"
He sighs under his breath. "He's gone. He slipped out from under his guards and we cannot find him."
She glares harder, her eyes twitches slightly. "Find him."
"We're doing everything we can, Mum," he replies. "He's slippery."
"I don't care, Braca," she spits. "He's only seven cycles old. He can't have gone far. Find him."
Braca nods at Commandant Mele-On Grayza, turns on his heels, and leaves.
"We don't know where she came from, D'Argo!" Chiana cries. "We've had her for seven cycles but we don't even know how it's possible that she exists! Aeryn died long before she could have had the baby!"
"It doesn't matter," the Luxan tells her. "She is John and Aeryn's, therefore she is our responsibility."
"And what happens when she starts asking questions that we don't have the answers to?" Chiana snaps. "We picked her up off of a a command carrier, which means we gotta find Scorpius."
"I won't even tell you who you sound like," D'Argo says, raising his hands.
Chiana groans in frustration and follows him down Moya's corridors. "What if-"
"What if what, Chiana?!" D'Argo asks, stopping abruptly. She nearly slams into him, and she can tell he's getting angry. Again. "They're dead. They're not coming back. Scorpius will kill us!"
"We don't have anything he wants anymore!" Chiana yells. "We don't know dren about wormholes! He wouldn't blink an eye at us unless Sarah inherited the knowledge from John."
"John is dead!" D'Argo yells back, his face turning red. "Aeryn is dead! They've been dead for seven cycles, Chiana! Let them be dead!"
They argue without realizing that the small girl they heatedly debate about is standing around a corner, listening. She doesn't understand. She can't. As far as everyone aboard Moya is concerned, she appeared to them out of thin air. She doesn't have real parents and she isn't allowed into the room she knew was her fathers when he was alive. She runs in the opposite direction from her Uncle D'Argo and Aunt Chiana. She doesn't know what else to do.
John gets to his feet slowly, and looks around in the darkness. He sees nothing. "Anybody out there?" he asks quietly. They can't both being hearing things. He's the only one who hears things. He's the crazy one.
There's a knock on a part of the cell door, which is set like a spider web, John realizes. He looks up to see someone climbing the door. John squints his eyes and realizes their new friend isn't much older than six cycles old. He can't make out the boy's features, but he's relieved that the youngster probably won't eat them.
"Hey, there, Buddy. Wanna come down here and talk to me for a minute?"
The boy stares down for a moment before climbing his way back down to the floor. He stares at John with a serious expression.
"Hi," John says. "Can you understand me?"
The boy nods.
"Good," John says. "Good. That's great. What's your name?"
"He doesn't have one," Aeryn says.
John blinks and turns to her, looking like the confused human he's always been. "What?"
"Can't you see it, John?" she asks in a whisper.
"Inferior eyesight, Aeryn," John reminds her. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the crackers."
Aeryn gets to her feet and walks to stand next to John. She kneels in front of the boy. "He looks just like you," she says, giving the boy a smile. "Do you know me?"
The boy nods slowly.
John blinks at Aeryn, and then at the boy. He still can't see very well. He thinks he understands what she's getting at, but he can't quite wrap his mind around it. 'If the boy is who I thinks Aeryn thinks he is,' John thinks, 'that means we've lost seven frelling cycles.'
Seven cycles.
Seven cycles of being nothing. Not dead. Not alive.
What happened?!
"Figure it out, John!"
All at once he's on Moya.
He glares harshly. "Go away, Harvey."
"The Peacekeepers had you neutralized," Harvey states.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they blasted the both of you into tiny bits and saved you for later. Not living. Not dead. Not anything. Tiny bits, John."
He shakes his head out as he realizes the lights have come on. His eyes shoot directly to the boy on the other side of the cell.
Huge, blue eyes. Messy brown hair. It's almost like looking at an old photograph of himself.
John snaps out of his daze when the boy starts to climb the cell door again.
John smiles at the reason for the boy's fear. "Braca! Good to see you, man! Give us a kiss!"
Tweak, tweak. Fix, fix.
"D'Argo."
"Not now, Chiana."
Tweak, tweak.
"D'Argo get your frelling ass up to command! NOW!"
He sighs and backs away from Lo'Lan. "Yes, Dear. Coming, Dear. Right away, Dear. At your service, Dear."
He makes his to command, where Chiana is looking out the view screen, along with Stark and Rygel.
They watch a Peacekeeper command carrier intently.
D'Argo reads his lover's thoughts as if they were his own. "Chiana…"
"This could be our shot," she tells him, still staring at the carrier. "We could find out everything about Sarah, and what happened to John and Aeryn. We've been waiting seven cycles for this!"
"Chiana, no," D'Argo says gently. "This is a bad idea."
"Every idea someone onboard Moya has ever come up with has been a bad idea," she points out. "We still went along with it."
"Chiana, we're going to get killed," D'Argo says.
"Maybe," she replies with a devious smirk. "Maybe not. You got the Mivonks to find out?"